The Haunted Forest RPG

Ezria can smell the blood, the sweat, the tears, the spit; so desperate, bitter and angry. That was his downfall, this knight. He was too cocky, Ezria thought. A dark river runs down his neck, flooding the creases of his shirt. His arms begin to tremble as he pulls the blade from Revan and collapses into the sea of red beside him.
 

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